I’m not a workaholic

I just have a lot of work.

It’s the same old story as the rest of the year–too much to do, not enough time to do it. Only problem is, the value of “too much” has more than doubled since I last complained about being too busy. Seriously, since returning from vacation, I’ve been exceedlingly busy in all facets of my life, and there’s nothing I can do except keep plugging away.

Heck, when I wrote that slightly demented scatterthought on Saturday, I did so from the office. I just needed to babble momentarily before switching projects, and this site has always been good for that sort of thing.

And yes, that’s what I’m doing now.

Some of you probably think I’m just overreacting. Well, I’m not. And that’s all I have to say about that. Either you believe me or you don’t.

I’d describe my workload in detail, but I have to get back to work.